Cripped image from The Great He-Goat or Witches Sabbath (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
The poet said it best I see
His knowledge and his artistry
The future that his soul foresees
The path of fallen breadcrumbs
Where all of youth and life succumbs
As something wicked this way comes
The oracle within his words
Put truths within a tale absurd
So for centuries it’s not occurred
The risks he’s over come
The beat of hidden drums
When something wicked this way comes
The poet with his sonnet tells
The weave of knowledge and of spells
The wisdom and the fear this quells
And from what depths we plumb
When our fantasy is overcome
As something wicked this way comes
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By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
Open locks,
Whoever knocks!
But don’t forget to wipe your bums.
LOLOL!! 🙂 🙂
A wonderful poem.
Thank you so much!! 🙂 🙂
So ethereal! I love this.
Thanks Ionia!! 🙂 🙂
Brilliant!
Thank you, that is so kind!! 🙂 🙂
Very nice! 😉
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
Brilliant writing as always dear Sis xxx
Thanks Roxi!!! 🙂 🙂
Perfection….as always!! 🙂 🙂
Thanks so much dear Sis!! 🙂 🙂
Fantastic…loved the book of the same name as well 🙂
Thank you so much!! 🙂 🙂